Revisiting Wonderland

Gloria Scholik submitted on March 24, 2011 found on StumbleUpon

I watched him walk away. Gimp and cane. He stares at the sun and watches the dim light reflect off the faces of those timepieces he pinned to his vest. Remnants of a time when speed was everything. Though he never really made a point to name a destination.

He's still feeling the drugs he took as a teen.

The flowers and weeds, the catepillar, are all gone. Wilted with time and neglect, transformed by the ticking sound the sun makes as it rises and sets on opposite horizons.

His favorite was when the sun decided to set on the south and rise from that angle four days later. He was very interested in the phenomena, because first, he asked me in polite conversation, "wouldn't we all like to know where the sun took it's vacation?" He grumbled, "and where did all the time go while it was off, without pay leave?"

Dejected because the moon couldn't be there as it was scheduled to be full.

He stared in the direction of the March Hare and Door Mouse for their own opinion on the subject. Only to find that they too had been misplaced within the story. Hatter couldn't resist quoting his Cheshire, "We're all mad here." There was more tea after that.

Alcohol has been banned for chapters, mainly due to abuse.

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